Mrs. Bianca and Dianne chatted until it was getting late. The sun had moved from the top of the head to the western horizon. Mrs. Bianca went into the house first as her knees began to ache when evening came.
Dianne, who was just about to enter the house, saw Nicolas' car entering their yard. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips because her man was home.
Dianne took Nicolas straight up to the room and let him clean up first. Meanwhile, Dianne brought the remaining pieces of fruit into the room for her man to eat.
"How was work?" asked the woman who wanted to know what Nicolas had been doing at the office all day.
"As usual." Nicolas dried his hair, the man had just finished showering and his body now felt very fresh. "Ah, yes. But there's something I want to tell you." He remembered as he rubbed the white towel on his head.
The man glanced at Dianne who was sitting on the bed while Nicolas was inside the sink room which could be seen from the direction of the bed.
"What's the story
